Strelnikov is Still Wrong

Don’t write to be approved by masters who Wear Rolexes in the Name of the People Don’t write to be approved by masters at all But be your own authority and see


A Canterbury Remembrance

By Lawrence Hall Word Count: 83 Rating: G Summary: A tongue in cheek shot at pilgrimages and Chaucer Astride his horse, the gift-shop blisful martir Raises his glov’ed hand in priestly blessing For those who wear his token in evidence Of a devout pilgrimage to Canterbury   By tour bus those who wolden ryde there... Continue Reading →

…Who Gives Joy to my Youth

By Lawrence Hall Word Count: 138 Rating: G Summary: A poem of joy. Introibo ad altare Dei. Ad Deum qui laetificat juventutem meam. I will go in to the altar of God: to God who giveth joy to my youth.   -Daily Missal, 1962   For Brother Simon   A child thinks joy is all... Continue Reading →


Is our heartache taken from us just because you sorrowed, too? Has our road a happy ending since you’re traveling it, too? Is our miserable surrender to the lines of finitude Less terrifying now since you capitulated, too?

Walk With Me

Leave the glaring lights and noise behind, leave your watch and phone at home, walk away from all the troubles that confuse your weary mind.

After the ‘45

“Oh, da,” he said, with a trembling voice, "Why must I make this terrible choice To leave yourself and the maiden I love, Go fight for James Edward’s right to his glove?

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